"Hermione Anne Granger!! Get up now!!!"

"Grrrr." Thought 16 year Hermione .

Hermione was happy though, she was returning to Hogwarts and she would be seeing Harry again. Jeeze, was he great. She wondered if they would "approve" of her new look. Not that she'd care. She was independent now. No more of that teachers pet thing. She was a rebel. (AN: I really don't approve of HP-HG fics, but it worked out so, yah. Oh, and you have to figure out her new "look".)

'Moine popped in her new All American Rejects CD while she took her shower. The dried her softly wavy ,red streaked, chestnut hair and pulled it back into a loose bun. Then she slipped on her ripped up, cut-off jean shorts, a curve hugging black top w/ cut-off sleeves and a pair of bright green flip-flops. Then she turned of her radio and bounced down the stairs.

"I'll do my make-up on the way there." She thought.

*)*(* AN/: Sorry that it's so short. I have little thinking periods, so it takes a while. But enjoy! More will come! LA!!*)*(*